Letra de Dump Truck - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Any last words?)

(Berge Always Flexin)

I'm on a whole 'nother level

Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way)

Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)

One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees, one bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake)

Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey)

Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck)

These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff (These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr)

Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mean?

I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what the fuck you mean?

New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top)

9 with a hundred shots on the bottom, let it off soon as we see 'em (Top)

Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Uh)

I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport (Skrrt)

Get so fresh, put on that Saint Laurent just like Saint Laurent (Let's get it)

Switches, bags, and most it got a scope, all these cryptic guns

This shit out of hand, this shit out of hand

Stuff two hundred thousand in both bags, my pockets hurt my hands

Car note Aston Martin, that's exactly how I'm feelin'

Do 'em tall, they talkin' investments, please don't tell me that's for Bentley

Hideaway, you would think that shit spillin', spillin' and drippin', Florida water

Gotta go way back to the north to get this swag, this shit is not for order

You gotta go way back to the north to rap like this, to trap like this

Smack that bitch

I ain't even gotta be 'round, that bag gon' give you this shit

Double jump, my big brothers got the trappin', keep it lit

Straight out the slums, know that youngin'll try somethin', so I keep my stick

Yes, sir (Woah, woah, woah, rrr)

If shit get out of hand (Bah, bah), if shit out of hand

This shit was way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand

This shit's way out of hand, gettin' way out of hand

I done popped too many Xans, too many Xans

Got way too many cars, slide, I'm not that fast (Woah, woah, okay)

Shot in your throat, huh, talkin' 'bout that you want smoke (Slime)

She could live in my home, but she just don't have her own (Type of way)

Woke up, got fresh today, I feel some type of way (Type of way)

Feel some type of way, so I got fresh today (I got fresh today)

One bitch gon' keep changin' out my fees, one bitch gon' count the cake (Count the cake)

Hell yeah, I'm gon' eat all my grits, this is amazing grace (Hey, hey)

Money could fill up a dump truck (Money could fill up a dump truck)

These 4 Treys, they gon' slump stuff (These 4 Treys, they gon' rrr, rrr)

Toxic punk inside a Cybertruck (Cybertruck), what the fuck you mean?

I drink that lean straight by the order cup, what the fuck you mean?

New opps for my BM (Top), check my bank, say BM (Top)

9 with a hundred shots on the bottom, let it off soon as we see 'em (Rrr, rrr)

Bitch wan' be my BM (Yeah), 3 wan' meet them vultures (Them vultures)

I'm gon' act an ass inside this foreign soon as I lift the sport (Skrrt)

Man, let's do it (Yeah, let's do it, my nigga)

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